Intergalactic Bondage Colony

by Powerone

  Intergalactic Bondage Colony

  Book 1

  Powerone

  SIZZLER eDITIONS 2015

  ISBN 9781311534309

  All rights reserved

  Copyright 2015 Powerone

  This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.

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  Sizzler/Submission Bondage

  A Renaissance E Books publication

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1: Earth’s Wasting Away

  Chapter 2: Arrival and Preparations

  Chapter 3: Mia, the First

  Chapter 4: Ethan

  Chapter 5: The Others

  Chapter 1: Earth’s Wasting Away

  Command Module Captain Michael Davis sat on top of the float that slowly moved along Fifth Avenue in New York City as the confetti and streamers sailed down from the buildings. They said the crowd numbered over a million. It was a bright, sunny day and the world celebrated their latest galactic hero. Michael came back from a successful voyage to Mars, along with five other crewmembers, all of them on the float with him to bask in the country’s admiration. Sent to search for other life forms, the mission didn’t accomplish its goal, but it proved that long spaceflights were possible for humans. It would be the start of the great exploration of the deepest outer space.

  That was ten years ago, and to Michael, it was a lifetime ago. Now 2040, the world had changed and not for the better. All of the rhetoric of saving the planet and controlling the pollution we released into the atmosphere did little to change the outcome. In fact, the discussion with very little action hastened the process. Michael looked out the window in Los Angeles, and he was reminded of our disregard for planet Earth.

  Michael got into the hovercraft that would take him to the desert for the final preparations for liftoff the next day. He had to run to the hovercraft or else he would have to use a breather. As they sped off along the elevated freeway east, Michael looked out the windows to see what man had unleashed on the world. The air was thick with black smog that hung low to the ground and refused to move even when there was a breeze. Higher up in the atmosphere it was worse. The sun barely shone more than an hour a day, the rest of the time it was like dusk. Nighttime came with many not even realizing it.

  Back in the early years of the twenty-first century, the developed nations looked as though they finally got serious about reducing pollution. Solar, wind, nuclear and natural gas helped to reduce our dependence on oil and coal. But the developing countries expanded so rapidly, quickly passing many of the industrialized nations. Their haste to expand their economies came at the price of the environment. China polluted their cities and waterways by the end of 2020, India followed it quickly as well as Brazil. Russia, once an industrial nation, fell to become a developing nation when the price of oil went so low they could barely afford to extract it from the ground. What they couldn’t sell, they burned as if there was no tomorrow.

  Oil and coal became so cheap; it wasn’t worth switching to higher-cost methods. The tsunami in Japan devastated the nuclear industry in the late 2010s. Solar wasn’t economically feasible in countries that had high pollution; there wasn’t enough sunshine to generate sufficient power. The large-scale solar projects in the deserts of the United States sat idle.

  The developing nations pumped more pollution into the atmosphere than could be contained by those countries. With the prevailing winds, the pollution moved quickly to nations that had reduced their pollution. Los Angeles, once polluted in the 1970s but cleaned up by 2010, reverted to what it was now when China’s massive pollution sailed across the Pacific Ocean on the prevailing winds with ease.

  California became a dark, dreary place, most plants refused to grow without sun, and thriving California turned into a state of trapped residents. No one could stay outside without a portable breather for more than ten minutes. It became a state where the residents went from one protected building to another. It didn’t take long before the pollution caught a free ride on the jet stream and polluted the country all the way to the Mississippi River.

  Brazil, the other South American and Central American countries along with Mexico’s pollution rose up to flood the East Coast with their filthy air. Russia polluted Europe, and it wasn’t stopped by the Atlantic Ocean.

  By 2030, the world was in trouble, but few had a solution. Earth was dying and nothing could be done to stop its demise.

  In the United States, any feasible solution was tried; all had failed, but the country was resilient enough to keep trying. Michael was part of one attempt. The United States began to embark on a full-scale launch of a hundred rockets and platforms that sought out other planets that might sustain human life. They began with the planets closest to Earth, but most had already been explored for colonization, and except for small, self-contained units that could sustain life for a limited number of individuals, there was no success for a large-scale colonization.

  It became necessary to plan for longer voyages into the far recesses of the galaxies, beyond our solar system into the deepest reaches of space. For these voyages, special space platforms were launched from our off-planet outposts. Travel to these unknown locations would require years in space, and the only way for people to survive the trip was in hibernation. This was a better solution than cryogenics. The main stumbling block for hibernation had been muscle atrophy, but it was finally solved. Michael’s trip to Mars proved that it was feasible.

  Ninety-two missions were planned. Michael would be on one of them. It would go to the deepest reaches of space. The inhabitants of their platform would hibernate for ten years in order to reach a small speck in space that had a chance at sustaining life. It had never been explored or had been seen, even through a telescope. It was pure speculation based on the scientific knowledge at the time, but all of the other missions were just as speculative.

  Michael would captain the flight, and with him was Ursula Harris, his co-captain. She had captained the flights to the Moon colony four times. She was experienced, but there was another reason that Michael had picked her for his flight. He knew even if they did find the planet they would explore to see if it could sustain human life, by the time any good-sized colonization could be mobilized, Earth would have destroyed its human occupants. Michael would colonize the planet if possible, but it would be for his purpose.

  Some might characterize Michael as having a Napoleon Complex, wanting to rule the world, but that would be incorrect. He didn’t want to rule this world; he wanted to set up a new world order. He found some that shared his vision. And they shared their money with him. None of them would get the benefits, but they did it to preserve humanity, even if it was Michael’s way.

  Five years earlier, two facilities were set up in the desert of California within a mile of each other. The larger one housed eight girls, all the age of five years old at that time. They were all orphans, with no living relatives that could be found. The facility was almost like a resort, but it was all inside. The staff treated the orphans royally and nothing was refused, except for the outside world. There was no Internet, television, radio, or newspapers. It was as though nothing else in the world mattered. At such an early age, they barely knew what outside life was and they quickly forgot, as they grew older. And one other thing. All of the staff was female. The orphans would never see a male or hear about one. It would be as though they didn’t exist or ever had existed.

  The other, smaller, facility had the same rules with only four orphans, but the orphans were males, all five-year-old orphans. And the staff was male. The orphans would never see a female or hear about one.

  The orphans were all ten y
ears old now. The twelve of them would join Michael and Ursula on the space platform they named The New Beginning. When the fourteen of them would come out of hibernation in ten years, the orphans would be twenty years old and Michael and Ursula would be forty. If and when they found a place for suitable colonization for all of them, Michael and Ursula would teach them what they hadn’t learned growing up in the facility. The difference between males and females and their places in the new society.

  It would be a male-dominated society, though the continuing place for Ursula once all the others had been assimilated would be determined in the future. Bondage would be used to instill the submission of all the females and, if necessary, the males. Michael expected that the males would rise to the occasion and dominate the females, but he didn’t leave out the possibility of a dominating male over a submissive male. Or the same thing with a dominating female over a submissive female might result. Maybe, that would be Ursula’s place if she found that sexual orientation likeable.

  It would make for an interesting experiment. The females would wake up at the age of twenty years old, all of them physically mature but emotionally and intelligently immature. In addition, they would be introduced to a sex that they wouldn’t understand. Their minds would be a blank slate and Michael would nurture it to his vision of a new world order.

  In the case of the males, Ursula would be the one that would introduce them to their part in the new world order. Her task was less defined, and she would have to see how it progressed with each male. Michael hoped that the males would be brought to his thinking gradually over time, and he would introduce them to the females to see how the interaction would form. Michael had high expectations, but he was willing to adapt to the situations as they came up as long as his two major objectives were not breached. The female would be submissive and bondage would be the norm to instill their submission.

  * * * *

  Ursula watched as Michael got out of the hovercraft. He commanded attention with his good looks, charm, and intelligence and that was the reason he became a hero to the country. At the young age of thirty, there were rumors of him running for president, but he didn’t want that, not caring to shepherd the country through its dying days. He had higher aspirations, and it shocked Ursula the first time he broached the subject to her. They had talked about bondage as well as dominant and submissive men and women, but it was always in a more sexual content. Then, he told her of his new world order and why he took command of this voyage. Then, he told her of her part. At first, she thought he was delusional, but the more he talked about it, the more she saw his point of view. She didn’t take him seriously, until she was shown the facility with the eight girls in it. She knew he would do this, with or without her. So she might as well be with him, though she wasn’t sure how she’d ultimately fit in, but it could have interesting outcomes that excited her. Anything was better than perishing in the final days of the Earth.

  “Good to see you, Captain,” calling him by his title while they were at the launch pad.

  “Are we ready to go?” He was eager to get off the planet. There was nothing to keep him there and so much to look forward to in space.

  “The eight girls launched two days ago and four boys launched a couple of hours ago. By the time we arrive on The New Beginning, they’ll be in hibernation. The sexes won’t mix during this process. They’ll be ignorant of the other gender until we take them out of hibernation.”

  “No problems with prying eyes or minds.” Michael had managed to keep the identity of the twelve passengers from the control center, though it had cost a pretty penny in bribes to do it.

  “Not a single question. You did well.” Ursula didn’t know how he did it.

  “We did well. I couldn’t have done it without you, and you’ll be instrumental in the indoctrination of the males once we reach our destination. We’ll need to take them out of hibernation before we land. The landing will be the most dangerous and could prove disastrous. We won’t know what we have found until we touch down. There is no return trip. We’ll have communications, but it will be difficult if we attempt to communicate with Earth. That is, if we decide to tell them.”

  “That’s what I signed on for. Let’s do the final check of the launch vehicle. We leave tomorrow morning at six A.M.”

  They were busy from then on, as they made sure everything was ready. This would be a short three-day trip to The New Beginning, docked in space and ready to go. It was a much larger ship that would be able to sustain fourteen people, even though they were in hibernation. It was stocked for them to survive for a year on the planet. After that, they’d have to find their own way.

  * * * *

  Michael looked out the small porthole as the craft took off in the morning. Nothing could be seen for the first hour until they broke through the upper atmosphere, and then, Michael got a first-hand glimpse of the smog. It covered almost all of Earth in and ugly, brown layer. Only small patches of blue ocean could be seen, those areas that were farthest from land. He knew that this would be his last look of Earth. There was no going back. He looked over at Ursula as she took in the same view. “Any regrets?”

  “Only that I couldn’t do anything to stop it. But no regrets on what we’re embarking on. I only hope we can be successful.”

  “You and I both. We have a year to make it work, not only for us, but also for the other twelve that will join us.”

  * * * *

  It was a boring trip, but they finally got a chance to see The New Beginning. It dwarfed in size to the space station that it was attached to but was still a magnificent feat of engineering and knowhow to behold. The sun shone brilliantly of the titanium-covered hull as if it were a breathing skin. There were three pods; the largest was in the center where the command module was situated. It had the least amount of rotation around the rest of the craft. At the two ends were the hibernation pods. Each would sustain ten people, but they would be split by gender for the trip. Before they would land on their destination, they would jettison the pods. It would cut down the weight. There was only speculation on the gravity and gas composition of the planet where they would attempt to land. The platform was designed more for space travel, not landing, so the data on how it would withstand the landing was speculative. Unless the planet could already sustain human life, it was imperative that the platform retain its integrity upon landing. Otherwise, their atmosphere within the platform would escape out the damaged areas of the platform until there was nothing left and they would perish a horrific death.

  “She’s beautiful,” Ursula praised the sight of the platform. Neither of them had seen it in person, only drawings and photos.

  “I hope she’s as sturdy as she is beautiful.” Michael had high expectations and never considered the thoughts of failure. Otherwise, it would be a wasted ten years in hibernation.

  “She’ll do fine.” They docked with the platform and got to see it from the inside for the first time.

  Michael and Ursula went directly to the command center. They wouldn’t visit the hibernation beds until they were ready to join in the long sleep. They didn’t want to see the boys and girls in there already. They didn’t want to put a face on failure if they were unsuccessful.

  The command center was huge, over twenty rooms so each person could have their own. The largest was the bridge where all the functions of the platform could be controlled. It was like a giant Star Trek command center, but this one was fully automated to run itself while they hibernated. Michael and Ursula would be woken first by the command center. They would wake the others individually, one at a time for each of them until all twelve had been resurrected from the deep hibernation. If there was trouble, Michael and Ursula would be woken immediately, the others would never know if trouble took their lives.

  Ursula began to check out the provisions and the individual rooms, while Michael checked out the cargo hold. It was filled with all the things they would need or might need to withstand the rigors of the new planet,
but it also had four crates with special items that Michael paid dearly to smuggle aboard the platform. This would be the items that he needed for his new world order and consisted of ropes, whips, various sex toys and ten disassembled pieced of furniture that were fit to hold a male or female restrained in the most provocative positions. There were also sets of clothes for each of them, more provocative than the standard-issue uniforms they all wore now. Michael would at least start out his new world order with the correct appearance, but his preference was nude for all of them.

  Michael also checked on the armaments. The platform wasn’t armed, but in the hold, they had a good collection of laser rifles, high-intensity particle-beam weapons, atomizer stun guns and various small arms that would leave most human victims paralyzed or vaporized but had never been tried on aliens. They could be as useless as slingshots against an aggressive alien.

  The food was mostly dehydrated; along with some new items, that the scientists had concocted that looked like regular food but was manmade in a test tube. They said it would taste just as good, but Michael had too much space food before to believe their promises.

  The hold was the most secure part of the platform. If the supplies didn’t survive the landing, the occupant’s time would be limited.

  The day was spent going through the checklist—checklist after checklist. The platform was built to run by itself, yet they went through every single function. It was a long day, but at least it took their minds off what would happen soon. Michael had been in hibernation before but nothing like what they would go through. Ten years of nothing. Muscle atrophy in hibernation had been solved, but what about mental atrophy. Is there such a thing?

  Michael and Ursula sat down to a steak dinner, real steak, not test-tube steak with baked potato. It was brought on the ship for them as if it were their last meal request, but they enjoyed it, though it would’ve been much better with a bottle of wine. Command said no alcohol. Luckily, Michael had smuggled a case of wine, a good year he hoped, for it would be the last.